Never Thought I'd Say It...

...but I'm kinda (well, at least a little) excited to be getting a bunch of needles next week!

I just booked appointments for Geoff and me to have all of our shots next week, in anticipation of our travel next month.

I've never been all that great with needles, to be honest, even those tiny little flu shots.  When Matthew and I went in November to get our flu shots, it was me wanting to hang onto the little teddy bear they offered him as a measure of comfort and distraction.  I never actually asked for the bear, but I wanted to snatch it from him.

Matthew's surprisingly a great model for me when it comes to getting a needle.  In addition to have his flu shot, Matthew recently had his five-year vaccinations (yes, a year late, I know, it's awful, my bad, etc) and one of them was the into-the-muscle super painful kind.  The kid was scared, but oh-so-brave; he shed not a tear and had to keep assuring the astounded doctor afterwards that he was really and truly ok and not needing to cry.  I looked on in amazement at the kid who cries buckets full when whacking his head or stubbing his toe on something...we relive those owies over and over again at home.  But I figure that if Matt can exhibit such resilience and strength in face of his needle anxieties, surely I, too, can buck up and be brave when I have to hold out my trembling arm.

On second thought, maybe I can sneak along one of Matthew's teddies.